“Hey, you
Yeah, you, what you looking at”?
“Did you buy tickets”
That was roared at me as I watched this fine gentleman try to dump a package
At first, I thought it was just ordinary ******* but he was being too protective of it
then whatever it was, moved ever so slightly
I couldn’t move
I was rooted to the spot
he could roar and bellow all he liked
but I wasn’t going anywhere
I couldn’t
He looked at me with an evil grin
and just dropped his bundle in the bin
then with an ignorant shrug
went on his way his errand done
I think I actually heard him whistle
I rushed over
and gently picked up this man’s *******
I unwrapped it
it was a beautiful little kitten
snow-white
it’s colour being its only distinguishing mark
a tiny scrap of a thing
It wasn’t moving now
no sound emitting
I massaged its little chest
urging it on with every thing I had
A tiny little rise
Yes
I can do this
It slowly opened its eyes
took deep racking breaths
its little body spasmed
then
blessed relief
its breathing no longer laboured
and
a most wondrous thing
like a baby’s first cry
a miaow, barely audible
music to my ears
then getting louder
rising to a fantastic ear-busting, heartwarming crescendo
I’ve kept it
it’s now my companion
when it wants to be
I called her Hope
One man’s ******* is now my treasure
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
“Hey, you
Yeah, you, what you looking at”?
“Did you buy tickets”
That was roared at me as I watched this fine gentleman try to dump a package
At first, I thought it was just ordinary ******* but he was being too protective of it
then whatever it was, moved ever so slightly
I couldn’t move
I was rooted to the spot
he could roar and bellow all he liked
but I wasn’t going anywhere
I couldn’t
He looked at me with an evil grin
and just dropped his bundle in the bin
then with an ignorant shrug
went on his way his errand done
I think I actually heard him whistle
I rushed over
and gently picked up this man’s *******
I unwrapped it
it was a beautiful little kitten
snow-white
it’s colour being its only distinguishing mark
a tiny scrap of a thing
It wasn’t moving now
no sound emitting
I massaged its little chest
urging it on with every thing I had
A tiny little rise
Yes
I can do this
It slowly opened its eyes
took deep racking breaths
its little body spasmed
then
blessed relief
its breathing no longer laboured
and
a most wondrous thing
like a baby’s first cry
a miaow, barely audible
music to my ears
then getting louder
rising to a fantastic ear-busting, heartwarming crescendo
I’ve kept it
it’s now my companion
when it wants to be
I called her Hope
One man’s ******* is now my treasure